At my wedding, my 7-year-old whispered, “I don’t want a new Daddy. Look at his arm.” I spotted a wine-red lipstick stain on his shirt, and he lied, blaming his mother. I didn’t cry. Instead, I took the mic and announced a surprise “game”—a game to uncover the truth.
The ballroom sparkled in soft golden light, the scent of fresh roses floating through the air. Grace adjusted her veil one last time, smiling faintly […]